Ibime:

I will go first only if you agree to drop tonight. My bars are already ready.

bjpumpin:

@ibime
the banned flowshow told me to tell u that he is doing an audio diss to u, are u man enuff ??or ur chicken like ******

Ibime:


Who the hell is Flowshow?

When I started writing raps in 1996, Flowshow couldn't even speak English.

Shebi you have heard my audios on AHH. Does Flowshow sound like pesin wey fit compete?

Tell him I retired 3 years ago.

All this netcee shit is just for a laugh. I no get time to contend with young boys.

Ibime:

Oya lets go. . . .


In this final lap/ I spit line after line of rap/ to remind this cat. . .
that I’m so far ahead. . . there should be a sign attached. . . saying "Mind the Gap"!/

I don’t play or pretend/ I disable and dent/ what he’s unable to bend/
He could swap flows with 'tangent'. . . still his lines wouldn’t touch. . . where my 'radius extends'!!/

He’s a cowardly swine/ His rhymes 'generate' hype. . . but lack the power to shine/
In real life, he’d NEVER cross me. . . . like parallel lines!/

I’m not a joke and a laugh/ so stop provoking my wrath/ before I open a scab/
My mic’s like Moseses staff. . . one touch. . . .and he gets opened in half!!/

I spit with snipers precision/ He recycles his writtens/. . most likely they’re bitten/
A google search/ would soon unearth/ . . . a site to convict him!!/

Ya ex stole ya virtue/ You paid her to stay home. . . till my cheque broke the curfew/
Cus I provide the 'main meal'. . . and let ho’s 'desert' you!!/

Now I make her moan like triple X phone commercials/ Hope our sex won’t disturb you. . .
It might irk you. . . . but how we flex don’t concern you!!!/

My best-flows-usurp-you!/ This was your prior stage/. . . but my rhymes inspire change!/
We’re different levels. . . check ya airline. . .I’m on a higher plane!!/

Ya rhymes still in baby care/ mine develop like facial hair/
Lets make it clear. . . if beef 'escalates'. . . .you’d rather take the stairs!!!/

cus I separate the men from boys. . .like puberty!/ You say what you would do to me/
. . . but you wouldn’t take the chance. . . .if I gave the opportunity!!!/

You live on the net, you sicko!/ Lets ban his account and X his info/
Make Seun close the door. . . and force him to exit Windows!!!/

No need for demeaning him further/ This is a griev-i-ous murder/
If you think he won. . . I put 'maggi' in your eye. . . cus you’re not a 'seasoned' observer!!!/

~Sauron~:

The kid is fucking deranged
Some say he's disgusting as gays busting with AIDS
Just another average pot-head who's stuck in his ways
Sick of the same old shit but still reluctant to change
Fat Ibime is nervous to step, ‘cause i’m confirming his death
Giving head to a pet doctor the only time he’s “serving a vet"
Me concerned with a threat? Impossible like finding semen in virgins
Man this pinner gay “isn’t making the cut” like a nervous surgeon
Every frame i produce is amazingly proof that you couldn't hang with a noose
You say youse the truth? i say you couldn't have the upper hand raising the roof
When facing the brute you should pray for a truce or get slain with your troops
Becuz stashin drugs in shoes should be the only time you're lacing ur boots


Just know that i let you off easy, cause when i put your neck to shank
The shit won’t be pretty like Oprah Winfrey’s septic tank
Your wifey’s a LovePeddler, bent over getting bleeped on all fours
I’m humping her sore cunt till it’s coarse, then i f[/b]uck her some more
Pull out and watch more shit fly than some plumbers at war
I’d love to remorse, but i’d rather open her mouth for my bundles of joy
My words pack a punch leave you in a crime lab bleeding still
You needing skill, to compete at will gay you ain’t even ill
And you ain’t being felt like an amputee blind man reading brail
Heed the tales, my weight so large you need astronomers to read the scale
Are you still with me? I’m considered quite a horror for these rappers
'Cause ma oratories status is as bright as the [b]aurora borealis

Ibime:

Oya lets go. . . .


In this final lap/ I spit line after line of rap/ to remind this cat. . .
that I’m so far ahead. . . there should be a sign attached. . . saying "Mind the Gap"!/

I don’t play or pretend/ I disable and dent/ what he’s unable to bend/
He could swap flows with 'tangent'. . . still his lines wouldn’t touch. . . where my 'radius extends'!!/

He’s a cowardly swine/ His rhymes 'generate' hype. . . but lack the power to shine/
In real life, he’d NEVER cross me. . . . like parallel lines!/

I’m not a joke and a laugh/ so stop provoking my wrath/ before I open a scab/
My mic’s like Moseses staff. . . one touch. . . .and he gets opened in half!!/

I spit with snipers precision/ He recycles his writtens/. . most likely they’re bitten/
A google search/ would soon unearth/ . . . a site to convict him!!/

Ya ex stole ya virtue/ You paid her to stay home. . . till my cheque broke the curfew/
Cus I provide the 'main meal'. . .  and let ho’s 'desert' you!!/

Now I make her moan like triple X phone commercials/ Hope our sex won’t disturb you. . .
It might irk you. . . . but how we flex don’t concern you!!!/

My best-flows-usurp-you!/ This was your prior stage/. . . but my rhymes inspire change!/
We’re different levels. . . check ya airline. . .I’m on a higher plane!!/

Ya rhymes still in baby care/ mine develop like facial hair/
Lets make it clear. . . if beef 'escalates'. . . .you’d rather take the stairs!!!/

cus I separate the men from boys. . .like puberty!/ You say what you would do to me/
. . . but you wouldn’t take the chance. . . .if I gave the opportunity!!!/

You live on the net, you sicko!/ Lets ban his account and X his info/
Make Seun close the door. . . and force him to exit Windows!!!/

No need for demeaning him further/ This is a griev-i-ous murder/
If you think he won. . . I put 'maggi' in your eye. . . cus you’re not a 'seasoned' observer!!!/

~Sauron~:

The kid is fucking deranged
Some say he's disgusting as gays busting with AIDS
Just another average pot-head who's stuck in his ways
Sick of the same old shit but still reluctant to change
Fat Ibime is nervous to step, ‘cause i’m confirming his death
Giving head to a pet doctor the only time he’s “serving a vet"
Me concerned with a threat? Impossible like finding semen in virgins
Man this pinner gay “isn’t making the cut” like a nervous surgeon
Every frame i produce is amazingly proof that you couldn't hang with a noose
You say youse the truth? i say you couldn't have the upper hand raising the roof
When facing the brute you should pray for a truce or get slain with your troops
Becuz stashin drugs in shoes should be the only time you're lacing ur boots


Just know that i let you off easy, cause when i put your neck to shank
The shit won’t be pretty like Oprah Winfrey’s septic tank
Your wifey’s a LovePeddler, bent over getting bleeped on all fours
I’m humping her sore cunt till it’s coarse, then i f[/b]uck her some more
Pull out and watch more shit fly than some plumbers at war
I’d love to remorse, but i’d rather open her mouth for my bundles of joy
My words pack a punch leave you in a crime lab bleeding still
You needing skill, to compete at will gay you ain’t even ill
And you ain’t being felt like an amputee blind man reading brail
Heed the tales, my weight so large you need astronomers to read the scale
Are you still with me? I’m considered quite a horror for these rappers
'Cause ma oratories status is as bright as the [b]aurora borealis

Ibime:

Oya lets go. . . .


In this final lap/ I spit line after line of rap/ to remind this cat. . .
that I’m so far ahead. . . there should be a sign attached. . . saying "Mind the Gap"!/

I don’t play or pretend/ I disable and dent/ what he’s unable to bend/
He could swap flows with 'tangent'. . . still his lines wouldn’t touch. . . where my 'radius extends'!!/

He’s a cowardly swine/ His rhymes 'generate' hype. . . but lack the power to shine/
In real life, he’d NEVER cross me. . . . like parallel lines!/

I’m not a joke and a laugh/ so stop provoking my wrath/ before I open a scab/
My mic’s like Moseses staff. . . one touch. . . .and he gets opened in half!!/

I spit with snipers precision/ He recycles his writtens/. . most likely they’re bitten/
A google search/ would soon unearth/ . . . a site to convict him!!/

Ya ex stole ya virtue/ You paid her to stay home. . . till my cheque broke the curfew/
Cus I provide the 'main meal'. . .  and let ho’s 'desert' you!!/

Now I make her moan like triple X phone commercials/ Hope our sex won’t disturb you. . .
It might irk you. . . . but how we flex don’t concern you!!!/

My best-flows-usurp-you!/ This was your prior stage/. . . but my rhymes inspire change!/
We’re different levels. . . check ya airline. . .I’m on a higher plane!!/

Ya rhymes still in baby care/ mine develop like facial hair/
Lets make it clear. . . if beef 'escalates'. . . .you’d rather take the stairs!!!/

cus I separate the men from boys. . .like puberty!/ You say what you would do to me/
. . . but you wouldn’t take the chance. . . .if I gave the opportunity!!!/

You live on the net, you sicko!/ Lets ban his account and X his info/
Make Seun close the door. . . and force him to exit Windows!!!/

No need for demeaning him further/ This is a griev-i-ous murder/
If you think he won. . . I put 'maggi' in your eye. . . cus you’re not a 'seasoned' observer!!!/

~Sauron~:

The kid is fucking deranged
Some say he's disgusting as gays busting with AIDS
Just another average pot-head who's stuck in his ways
Sick of the same old shit but still reluctant to change
Fat Ibime is nervous to step, ‘cause i’m confirming his death
Giving head to a pet doctor the only time he’s “serving a vet"
Me concerned with a threat? Impossible like finding semen in virgins
Man this pinner gay “isn’t making the cut” like a nervous surgeon
Every frame i produce is amazingly proof that you couldn't hang with a noose
You say youse the truth? i say you couldn't have the upper hand raising the roof
When facing the brute you should pray for a truce or get slain with your troops
Becuz stashin drugs in shoes should be the only time you're lacing ur boots


Just know that i let you off easy, cause when i put your neck to shank
The shit won’t be pretty like Oprah Winfrey’s septic tank
Your wifey’s a LovePeddler, bent over getting bleeped on all fours
I’m humping her sore cunt till it’s coarse, then i f[/b]uck her some more
Pull out and watch more shit fly than some plumbers at war
I’d love to remorse, but i’d rather open her mouth for my bundles of joy
My words pack a punch leave you in a crime lab bleeding still
You needing skill, to compete at will gay you ain’t even ill
And you ain’t being felt like an amputee blind man reading brail
Heed the tales, my weight so large you need astronomers to read the scale
Are you still with me? I’m considered quite a horror for these rappers
'Cause ma oratories status is as bright as the [b]aurora borealis

tangent:

pre-written(ibime) versus freestyle(sauron). i will have to give it to sauron. he came up with his piece within one hour

Ibime:

Oya lets go. . . .


In this final lap/ I spit line after line of rap/ to remind this cat. . .
that I’m so far ahead. . . there should be a sign attached. . . saying "Mind the Gap"!/

I don’t play or pretend/ I disable and dent/ what he’s unable to bend/
He could swap flows with 'tangent'. . . still his lines wouldn’t touch. . . where my 'radius extends'!!/

He’s a cowardly swine/ His rhymes 'generate' hype. . . but lack the power to shine/
In real life, he’d NEVER cross me. . . . like parallel lines!/

I’m not a joke and a laugh/ so stop provoking my wrath/ before I open a scab/
My mic’s like Moseses staff. . . one touch. . . .and he gets opened in half!!/

I spit with snipers precision/ He recycles his writtens/. . most likely they’re bitten/
A google search/ would soon unearth/ . . . a site to convict him!!/

Ya ex stole ya virtue/ You paid her to stay home. . . till my cheque broke the curfew/
Cus I provide the 'main meal'. . . and let ho’s 'desert' you!!/

Now I make her moan like triple X phone commercials/ Hope our sex won’t disturb you. . .
It might irk you. . . . but how we flex don’t concern you!!!/

My best-flows-usurp-you!/ This was your prior stage/. . . but my rhymes inspire change!/
We’re different levels. . . check ya airline. . .I’m on a higher plane!!/

Ya rhymes still in baby care/ mine develop like facial hair/
Lets make it clear. . . if beef 'escalates'. . . .you’d rather take the stairs!!!/

cus I separate the men from boys. . .like puberty!/ You say what you would do to me/
. . . but you wouldn’t take the chance. . . .if I gave the opportunity!!!/

You live on the net, you sicko!/ Lets ban his account and X his info/
Make Seun close the door. . . and force him to exit Windows!!!/

No need for demeaning him further/ This is a griev-i-ous murder/
If you think he won. . . I put 'maggi' in your eye. . . cus you’re not a 'seasoned' observer!!!/

tangent:

                                   
versus

pre-written(ibime) versus  freestyle(sauron). i will have to give it to sauron. he came up with his piece within one hour.

"No need for demeaning him further/ This is a (gravy)griev-i-ous murder/
If you think he won. . . I put 'maggi' in your eye. . . cus you’re not a 'seasoned' observer!!!/"

~Sauron~:

Just know that i let you off easy, cause when i put your neck to shank
The shit won’t be pretty like Oprah Winfrey’s septic tank

chamotex:

It’s the final LAP but ‘MailWANK’ is still on ‘shuffle’ like an ‘iPod’ just running on empty battery

naijafan:

I never knew iPods on empty batteries stay on shuffle o! 

chamotex:

It’s the final LAP but ‘MailWANK’ is still on ‘shuffle’ like an ‘iPod’, just running on empty battery
'Achilles' (I-kill-his) clan's ankles till they dangle, so im not the one getting ‘de-feeted’ verbally
This ‘MALC’ loves to receive SPAM (sperm) MAIL up the arse via ‘SPECIAL DELIVERY’

Got you taken aback at this scathing attack, you gasp at the collapse of ur raps in my grasp
Sit ur ass down and BUCKLE up cuzz only time u STRAPPED is to the car seat when u relapse

I hate to be insensitive with the way im killing ur self esteem cuzz suicide is what ma rhyme’s preach
When you ‘kick the bucket’, they gon’ blame it all on me for abusing my rights-n- freedom of speech

Stab this ‘bulls eye’ with a ‘dart’, rip out his ‘heart’ and tear his ‘chamber’ apart like he got ambushed
Then watch me throw some shoes at this gay like the Iraqi journalist did to George .W. Bush

Inject u with ‘DISS’-TRESS while I ‘rest n erect’ on ur MISTRESS to inspect her potential sex prospect
So I flick quick quips at d chick’s clit, now she calls me a distinguished ‘cunnilinguist’ with due respect
Chamotex will have you decked; this is a mismatch like putting an ANOREXIC in a ‘pie-eating-contest’

I’ll imbibe and ride every bride in ur tribe, but I don’t wana ‘borrow-ur-bride’, just wana ‘swallow-ur-pride’
Imma throw you off a ‘plane’ with your hands and feet tied, bitch go ahead . . . . . ‘sky dive’!

Im deleting this junk with immediate effect, he couldn’t beat me even if I typed my verse in reverse
U’ve got no chance even tho u Bleep ass and suck so much cock that ur dickriders will vote in advance

mailmalc:

Sry for the late post. my internet failed so i couldn't email my verse to Mukina . . nufin don' change. . let me just drop em here.


[center]i be that beast swingin beautiful punchlines to smack this bitch nd dis-arm his wrist/
u still wouldn't drop a 'dope shit' even if you swallow 10 (w)raps of cannibis/

r ma detach ur spines nd leave u 'cordless' like a mic accessory/ just for testin me/
best believe/ in this final tour i leave ur eyez sore/ my lines spells defeat/

since past ages/ malc been dropin 'nuclear' verses causin Chamotex 'extended' damages/
plus, i make this fool bleed faster than women havin miscarriages/

lyrically, ma' mic 'technique is immortal'/ so i stay lethal-to-these-mortals/
Chamotex just had his death note 'signed up' like newsletters-on-free-portals/

Bleep porn! kid, these 'pure' barz are adult rated while ur whole style comes adulterated . ./
i ain't got hatred/ but u's the end result after a maggot nd a gay mated/

my dome be a millitary zone, u better "Keep off dude"/ niccur u've reached ya doom/
this nicompoo/ still a misfit even if he exercises his brains wit 'em sit ups too/

i mail macs wit roundz of missles-dispatched/ aimed at this crippled-biatch/
ur wacks sounds to me are like allergies so r ma react by sprayin the lyricides til this weevil is down/

i'm immune to defeat/ breaking ur resistance wit ease nd maintaining a winning streak/
only thing u gettin out'ta this duel is cheap publicity/ otherwise u must be kidding me !/[/center]

chamotex:

It’s the final LAP but ‘MailWANK’ is still on ‘shuffle’ like an ‘iPod’, just running on empty battery
'Achilles' (I-kill-his) clan's ankles till they dangle, so im not the one getting ‘de-feeted’ verbally
This ‘MALC’ loves to receive SPAM (sperm) MAIL up the arse via ‘SPECIAL DELIVERY’

Got you taken aback at this scathing attack, you gasp at the collapse of ur raps in my grasp
Sit ur ass down and BUCKLE up cuzz only time u STRAPPED is to the car seat when u relapse

I hate to be insensitive with the way im killing ur self esteem cuzz suicide is what ma rhyme’s preach
When you ‘kick the bucket’, they gon’ blame it all on me for abusing my rights-n- freedom of speech

Stab this ‘bulls eye’ with a ‘dart’, rip out his ‘heart’ and tear his ‘chamber’ apart like he got ambushed
Then watch me throw some shoes at this gay like the Iraqi journalist did to George .W. Bush

Inject u with ‘DISS’-TRESS while I ‘rest n erect’ on ur MISTRESS to inspect her potential sex prospect
So I flick quick quips at d chick’s clit, now she calls me a distinguished ‘cunnilinguist’ with due respect
Chamotex will have you decked; this is a mismatch like putting an ANOREXIC in a ‘pie-eating-contest’

I’ll imbibe and ride every bride in ur tribe, but I don’t wana ‘borrow-ur-bride’, just wana ‘swallow-ur-pride’
Imma throw you off a ‘plane’ with your hands and feet tied, bitch go ahead . . . . . ‘sky dive’!

Im deleting this junk with immediate effect, he couldn’t beat me even if I typed my verse in reverse
U’ve got no chance even tho u Bleep ass and suck so much cock that ur dickriders will vote in advance

DBR:


Contrary to ma xpectation i think Chamo got this locked down.
Started kinda unsure but dude u got fiercer toward the end of the verse.
Nice. Well done.
I had a line bout the "shoe at Bush" too, too bad u beat me to it, lol
I go with Chamo on this.

chamotex:

Great minds think alike

That shit was mad funny on TV, i just thought I had to put it in there but I could have worded it better tho. Rushed it.

I'm still gon' use it again but imma flip it next time.

ma intel so high i aint at the level same as U
                                                  so ma preference aint to verberlly or lyrically aim at you
                                                  if u were ma target i'll rather get a reporter's shoe and aim at u
                                                  blah blah blah, lol